the black book of lore

slowly putting the past back together

some say twas penned it blood

and yes, for a couple pages

they would speak the truth.

if ever man put his soul

into words and dried ink

was these odd pages

bound by cracked leather covers.

words scribbled out

lines drawn connecting

loosely interpreted ideas

roadmaps for mad men

to find inspiration from

four years of heartbreak

and other self-fulfilling prophecies.

to read a page

is to run your tongue

over the blade of a knife.

those who know not what

they f**k with

are doomed to find only pain,

yet those who have lost it all

or never had it to begin with

then i invite you

to peel back the cover

and dive into the  boiling waters

and frost covered deserts

of delusion and despair.